Lauren London Young Novels & Stories

"Oh my God, and I also met Anita Chatwin earlier. She took a selfie with me. I'm going to post it on my Insta and no doubt I'll be the talk of the town when I return to Arizona." Lauren chuckled while Jenny shot her younger daughter a glare. Anita is a well-known model and entrepreneur. "I wouldn't advise you to dwell on that young woman. Stanley will only hire you if you have good results so take your school work seriously." Lauren advised. "I know Sissy. I was only exaggerating." Abby smiled sheepishly. "And you know what that means? You have to study harder if you really want to be a doctor." Jenny reminded. While Stanley chatted with other guests, Brenda and Kelvin came to congratulate L

’ sent three days ago. My breath seized, my finger trembling. The sender was Patrick and the recipient, my eyes widened. Julian Moretti Blackwood. What the hell was going on? My heart kept beating fast, violent, chaotic like it knew something I didn't. The email was short. A single attachment. I opened the document, and the words hit like a sucker punch: “Lauren McQueen, 25 years, stays in a three-story apartment building in Brooklyn, family members consist of her single mother and sister…”

“Now, I want to go home and help those less fortunate then myself. I know that sounds silly, but it is my dream.” Arabella listened to Lauren and smiled at her to keep her talking. It seemed to help Lauren keep her mind off the present by talking about the past. Arabella studied the girl as she talked. Lauren had dark brown hair that flowed down past her shoulders. Right now, she had it in a high ponytail. Her brown eyes had glints of gold that in certain lights would glow out people. She could not be more than five foot four or five. Lauren must look like a child compared to Lucas’s six foot one build. Her boy had chosen well.

Mr Taylor asked her being confused. He thought that if she did not like the style, he would tell Young Master about it tomorrow. Is there even a problem with the style of clothes? Lauren thought for a moment, then asked: " how would you feel when your wife will give you used clothes...how will you react then ..?" "I'm not married." Mr Taylor said "How old are you?" Lauren was stunned. " forty nine...." "Why aren't you married yet? I am married at age of 20 years old. " Lauren said with a depressed look..

I let out a lungful of breath, my eyes rounding on her face, and I force a smile on my lips, “Looking good Lycan.” She bows her head smoothening down the hair behind the ears. “Thank you, Queen Adria.”. I roll my eyes. Stop doing it, she isn’t even the one to blame, my mind cusses at my antics. I grab a wine glass from beside me, handing it to her. All the women sit near me, panting at the dance routine they just completed. “I didn’t know working could be this fun.”, Lauren Maxwell says, she is the new general of finance, one of the finest ladies in the kingdom, who could basically do every math in her brain.

But right now, with the city lights shining through the glass windows, I didn't give a shit about the money. I only cared about the woman who was currently sneaking down the corridor to see me. The door clicked open. Lauren stepped into the room, closing it softly behind her. She was wearing a simple, oversized black shirt and loose pants, her dark hair tangled around her shoulders. She looked exhausted, her sharp eyes scanning the room before they finally landed on me. "Julian," she whispered, her voice rough. "You shouldn't have called me here. If Serena wakes up–"

is her scant answer. Ah well, it really isn’t any of my business. “Do you need me here tomorrow?” she asks as she slips on that ridiculous looking thick jacket of hers. I shake my head. “Nah, I’m expecting my sister any minute. She’ll be here with us this weekend.” My younger sister, Paris, is in London after weeks on a project in Dundee. She is a freelance videographer and has been working on a documentary with an Indie filmmaker, who also doubles as her boyfriend. Come to think of it, she should have gotten here by now.

I assured her and went back to our side of the pavilion. *** Marcus pov The music dulled behind me as I stepped away from the crowd, my eyes following her. My daughter, Lyra, the Luna of Axelland. I wonder if she is on to my plans. But that is not possible. As I only let Garret know what I’m doing. Even at that I don’t tell him everything. But there are some questions I need answers about. I have to meet with her and ask her some things that are confusing me.

Whatever they were talking about sounded important. "We should have been informed of all this earlier; then, we could have done something to stop it from happening", my mum whispered angrily. "They have put not only her life but ours on the line. I always knew this would happen." "you can't blame Luna", my dad defended. "I'm not blaming Luna; I'm blaming the gods and goddess. I'm blaming the elders, and I'm blaming her mother." I was about to walk in and ask what they were talking about when Jack spoke. "can you stop calling her Luna her name is Blair, and it has been for the past 18 years"

“Fine. But only because I don’t want to make you cry and it looks like you’re going to. It’s fine. When you’re going to my school, I’ll be around you all of the time. You won’t be able to get rid of me.” “I don’t get it. You can have anyone you want. Isn’t there some snotty, rich girl with a better pedigree than me that you could date?” Lauren asks. “My moms a teacher, and my dad died when I was three. I don’t even know who he is. She won’t talk to me about him. I’m not anyone special.” “You’re sweet. You’re quiet. You’re obedient. You are exactly what I want.” Our food is brought to the table, and I take a sip of my wine before eating. “Eat up. You’re going to need energy if you’re going to